Life isn't all doom and gloom. There are Easter Eggs to be found.

Here's Sweetie with youngest daughter and
oldest grandson. 

Well here I am again, staring another day in the face. No, wait, the day isn't up yet, so I'm facing a dark window and that's my reflection I see. You ever feel that your the only one that cares? That what you have in your lap is something that you just want to stand up and clear it off you? How your heart is so heavy that if you would loose your balance its weight would topple you over and never let you get up again? 

Then there are the times when your heart is so lite and airy that you can't keep your feet on the ground? When your day just fly's by, that all you see is happiness, that there are smiles wherever you go? That these days seem few and far in-between and when they happen, you don't want to let them go. They are gone before you see them and they are just a happy memory waving at you in the rear view mirror. 

Yesterday was one of those days. It started as always, me up at this ungodly hour, talking to you and waiting for Sweetie to get up. But this time, I had a golf lesson and had to get her up and going. I find it easier to get her on the move if I wake her. Letting her sleep has its advantage, and so does waking her. I find that she takes directions easier if I wake her than when she gets up by herself. 

Down to the golf course we go. I keep a folding chair in the car for just these outings. I can set up the chair so she can sit and watch. Works out quite well. After my lesson, I was thinking about playing around. That didn't work out. Sweetie was acting a little irritable and so we left. Headed to Walmart for some shopping. 

While at the store, Sweetie was automated and wanted to talk to people. I find myself doing the same thing. Being cooped up like we are these days, conversation with another person seems automatic. We met a Messianic Jew working there, stuck up a conversation because he was wearing his Yamaka. He was using hairpins to hold it in place. I've always been curious on how they kept them on. We had a nice talk. Sweetie felt she needed to add her spice to the time, and she did. I've said this before, that most people when they meet her, and she comes out of left field, they think she is just strange and accept her as that, strange. 

I know that timing her taking her CBD oil is making the difference. We had some before we left that house, before coming home, then at 3, 5, and before bed. I know her pattern and I know the time she starts her walk into the dark Dementia Zone. Instead of waiting for the systems to show up, I'm more pro active in giving it to her. It paid off in dividends. 

Speaking of dividends, the Provider of my peace dividends just walked in and is standing in the door way. Ever so watching me peck away on the keyboard. He's got a twinkle in His eye and a smile on His face that tells me He's has something special planned for today ride. Time to finish my coffee, put the dishes in the sink and out the door we go. My heart is lite when He smiles at me and I know everything will workout for the best. As my Driver and me get in the car, now where are those sunglasses? Got'em, I have a feeling they will be needed as the sunshine bounces off our vehicle, as we motor on down the Road to Dementia Town. Trusting my Driver, as we motor down the road, keeping our Shiny Side Up. My I suggest you do the same, you know, wearing those cool sunglasses of yours, driving down your life's road, keeping your Shiny Side Up. Until our time tomorrow, remember, I love ya, and God Bless.